Chapter 1210: Brain Broadcast

Just as Meng Chao roared in his heart.
About one-tenth of the hundreds or thousands of main-view images surrounding him were slightly shaken.
It's like a pond thrown into stones, rippling circles of ripples.
Meng Chao could obviously perceive the owner of these main perspective images, blinking his eyes quickly, and a confused voice emerged from the bottom of his heart:
"Who, who is talking?"
Meng Chao was stunned.
"You... can hear my voice?"
Although extremely absurd, Meng Chao said tentatively.
These main perspective images continued to vibrate, sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, like windows covered with raindrops.
"Who, who is it?"
Meng Chao seemed to hear the sounds of surprise and confusion in thousands of voices in all directions.
The main perspective screen rotates desperately.
Obviously the owner of these perspectives is turning their heads quickly, searching the surroundings like a frightened bird, trying to find the person who is talking to them.
But no matter how hard they tried, they always got nothing.
Because no one can think that the sound comes directly from the depths of their brains.
To be more precise, it originated from the sky, penetrated the skull, and penetrated into their central nervous system.
However, when Meng Chao tried to express a clearer and more complex meaning.
He felt that he seemed to have dived into the seabed tens of thousands of meters deep, trying to pass hundreds of millions of tons of sea water, which was enough to squeeze the main battle tank into a discus and transmit his own sound waves.
No matter how hoarse he is, the sound waves that finally arrive at the main perspective screen have become fragmented and ambiguous, like a flying insect vibrating its wings and making a "buzzing" whisper.
Probably, the owners of these main perspective images can only hear the noise of "噫噫噫噫, 噫噫叫, 叽叽叽" from their ears or in their heads, and it is impossible to piece together even a half-claw from the noise. information.
"In other words, that is to say—"
Nevertheless, Meng Chao was greatly encouraged.
Although he hasn't been able to communicate directly with the Thousands of Rat Citizen Warriors, he has already roughly figured out what's going on while thinking about it.
First of all, the Saintess of Ancient Dream is about to die, and her telepathy ability has been greatly improved-at least temporarily, at the cost of a rapid overdraft of her life, she has been greatly improved.
Now she is not only able to communicate with the Ratmen Warriors in her dreams.
It can also interact with some of the Ratman Warriors through the transmission of brain waves in the awake state to realize the interaction of video, audio and even thinking data.
As for myself, I have the iron will cast by the flames of the apocalypse, and through the exchanges and discussions with spiritual warfare experts such as the "Abyss Demon Eye" and the "Wisdom Tree" of the demon god, I have learned their mastery, plus the blessing of "fire".
Regarding the tyrannical degree of spiritual power, Meng Chao believes that he is by no means inferior to some spiritual powers.
When one's own brain is connected to the brain of the ancient dream saint again.
It is possible to use the telepathy ability of the ancient dream saint to pass on his will to the Ratmen warriors who are dozens of miles away!
"Is this what you want me to do, Saint Lady of Ancient Dreams?"
Meng Chao stared at the little girl deep in the whirlpool and murmured, "You are seriously injured and your brain is almost bursting with hematoma. You still don’t hesitate to burn out every single brain cell in your body and activate a more powerful one. Telepathy.
"But this is your limit.
"Although you have used your enhanced telepathy ability to connect to the brains of countless rat warriors in a waking state, you can only receive unilaterally. What they see, hear, think, and think is transformed into a surging data stream, which is transmitted to their brains through brain waves.
"That's why you need my help.
"You need to use my brain, my brainwaves, and my spiritual power to give orders to thousands of rat people soldiers to tell them that you are not dead and that the Big Horn Legion has not lost hope.
"You want me to conduct a'brainwave broadcast' to all members of the Big Horn Legion who have not given up their struggle, is that right?"
In the depths of the whirlpool, the struggling little girl had her eyes with four pupils shining instantly.
The communication of thinking is not limited by language.
Although she did not understand the terms "brain waves" and "broadcasting".
It was through Meng Chao's continuous thought sparks that he instantly understood what the other party meant.
She nodded desperately, and stretched out her arm to Meng Chao as best she could.
Meng Chao also stretched his thoughts toward the center of the whirlpool, extending them longer and longer.
He didn't know how much it would cost this kind of "brainwave broadcasting" method to give orders to the brains of thousands of Ratmen warriors on the battlefield with a radius of a hundred miles.
Will it cause my own brain to bleed and swell like a saint of ancient dreams.
Even instantly spontaneous combustion, every brain cell is burned into a dust.
He only knew that this was the only chance to reverse the future.
I was reborn from the end, and walked here through all the obstacles, saved the ancient dream saint woman, and also gave her the opportunity to "break through near death", it must be justified!
finally-
Just when Meng Chao felt that his brain was really going to burn.
The fingertips of the two touched lightly in the ocean of thinking.
boom!
Meng Chao heard a thunderous roar in the depths of his brain again.
The thousands of main perspective images surrounding the surroundings have become clearer, more vivid, and more three-dimensional.
It's as if it was originally a fog-shrouded movie theater, which played two-dimensional versions of ordinary movies.
Now it has become a three-dimensional, virtual reality.
He is no longer sitting in the audience.
Rather... At the same time, it got into the minds of thousands of rat people, and at the same time, observed the entire process of the collapse of the Big Horn Legion from thousands of angles.
Even, at the same time, I experienced the feelings and emotions of thousands of wounded, hungry, at a loss, panic and despair at the same time.
It was a weird experience that couldn't be described in words, and even the deepest part of the nested nightmare would not appear.
It was as if thousands of souls had been stuffed into his body, his brain, and each of his brain cells abruptly.
"No wonder the big head babies need such a big head."
Meng Chao grinned and thought wildly, "If an ordinary person receives so much sensory and emotional data at the same time, the brain will definitely spontaneously ignite or even explode in the first place!"
However, just before he could react, and even before he could endure the pain of a bursting brain, he could send out "heart voices" to the thousands of rat people warriors.
His consciousness was suddenly bounced out.
From the virtual world of empathy.
Bounced back to the fog-shrouded movie theater.
The ancient dream saint in the center of the whirlpool showed a more painful expression, her face became paler, her neck and chin were swallowed by darkness, only half of her face and half of her arms remained, and she barely exposed outside the whirlpool. .
"Can't that work?"
Meng Chao thought distraughtly, "I and the Saintess of Ancient Dreams, after all, have a personality and a heart that are independent or even exclusive of each other. Thousands of rat people warriors conduct'brainwave broadcasting'.
"After all, the control area of ​​the Big Horn Legion is too large. The Ratmen Warriors are distributed too widely and scattered, and most of the high-ranking priests are firmly controlled by the'Jackal' Kanus.
"This cunning wolf king, through the high-ranking priests, has repeatedly implanted the image of the'zombie rat god' into the minds of the rat people warriors, completely destroying their will to resist.
"Under this circumstance, our'brainwave broadcasting' will definitely be severely disturbed, and it will be difficult to transmit clear, effective, and actionable instructions to the brains of all the Ratmen Warriors.
"Furthermore, even if we can really speak in the minds of thousands of rat people warriors, how can we convince them that this is the will of the ancient dream saint, not the bewitching of some monsters?
"You know, from last night to today, the entire Big Horn Legion is like being immersed in a nightmare that can never be woken up. The visions that the Ratmen warriors have seen, and the weird babbles they hear are too many. There are too many, so much that they don't know at all, what is reality, what is false, and who should be trusted.
"unless…
"Narrow the scope of'brainwave broadcasting.'
"No, no, no, there should be no'brainwave broadcasting' at all. Instead, we should concentrate our limited spiritual power on a handful of rat people warriors. Then it is possible to fight interference and achieve peer-to-peer brain wireless connection. Barge and high-speed data transmission!"